Happily Ever After

“It still hurts. You know they all say that pain fades with age, but it has been three weeks, four days, and six hours, and I am still helplessly in love with him.” She said, staring down at her faded converses. “It’s like an ache in my chest, like a small hairline crack that grows bigger every time I hear his name. He tried to call me at first, to say the words that won’t have meaning, like ‘I’m sorry’ can fix everything. He doesn’t try anymore.” Her smile is bittersweet. “And the saddest part is that I actually started to believe in happily ever afters again.” This seemed to be too much, and tears ran down her face as she whispered, “And I thought he was mine.”